These Apples
A friend brought me flowers, she said they were lilacsBut I've never been good with plantsHer next presentation, a new dictionaryShe'd circled the word "romance"
So enthusiastic, a little bit drasticI shaved her name in my headAnd as she beheld it, she said I misspelled it;Need more be said?
[Chorus:]These apples are delicious!"As a matter of fact they are," she saidCan all this fruit be free?
She wrote me a letter as big as a phonebookI've never been big on mailI sent her a postcard from somewhere near LethbridgeAnd wondered if it still went by rail
I've never been frightened of being enlightenedBut some things can go too farThough sometimes I stammer and mix up my grammar,You get what my meanings are
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I'm not trying to sing a love song - I'm trying to sing in tune.I know I am sometimes headstrongFalling love, catching fire - I want to be consumedWondering will I ever tire, will I ever tire??
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